R.I.P. Jason Hub. A friend of mine has died. He was a fellow soldier in the fight against Muscular Dystrophy. He never let his condition keep him from following his passion for writing. He was also a strong man of faith who passionately followed Christ. He was always encouraging others including myself. Please pray for his family, especially his mother.
Here is the last blog on his website:
My good friend, Dwight has recently started blogging again. Dwight was born with duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD), the same disease I have. It’s interesting, regarding DMD, how similar the challenges Dwight and I faced like: when we stopped walking, needed a g-tube, and finding people unable to understand our speech. I don’t know, maybe we’re actually speaking Greek. Back to Dwight’s blog. Like in my blogs, Dwight discusses things happening in his life—a glimpse into his personal life and insights to what he learned. In his latest blog entry he talked about fitting in. I can’t think of a time as a kid when I tried to fit in; I just did my own thing. In high school I was too busy concentrating on breathing than knowing where I had fit in. I certainly wasn’t a jock. (laugh with me).
I just finished reading the novel “Nineteen Minutes” by Jodi Picoult, and there’s a boy who tries to “fit in” with his fellow classmates. Now I don’t read many secular books, due possible swear words, etc—and this book had a bunch of “F” words, but I don’t mean food or friend—nonetheless it was a pretty good book. So one moment pretty much defined where this boy fit in. It all started in kindergarten or was it first grade? The kids on the bus made fun of his Superman lunchbox. They threw his lunchbox out the window—not once but several times. Superman even tried to fit in by trying to be a puny, Earth human. Moral of the story: don’t buy your kid a dorky Superman lunchbox; a plain brown paper bag will suffice.
Dwight also talked about finding his place. To quote something in his “If you have no clue what your place is do something, anything. Keep trying different things until you find what fits you.”
What does fitting in mean to you?
The Online Cambridge Dictionary defines fit in as
1 to feel that you belong to a particular group and are accepted by that group:
I put my question to people on the internet. Here’s some of their answers:
When my jeans fit great!
Doesn’t mean much; I do my own thing.
Feeling a part of something. (Jasmine)
Doing what other people want.
My friend Richard says It feels good. But more times than i care to admit I don’t feel like I fit in. It’s hard for someone who is an introvert to really feel like he or she fits in. So when you do fit in it does a lot for your self esteem.
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”
― Ian Wallace
“Those who follow the crowd usually get lost in it.”
― Rick Warren,
As a Christian we want to find our place in the body of Christ. We all possess different gifts and talents that God had blessed us with. God has a place in His kingdom for each of us to fit in.
1 cor 12:27 “Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it.”
The world says if you’re not pretty, strong, popular, wealthy you won’t fit in. God teaches us the opposite that He cares about your mind and soul.
Romans 12:2 “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”
Thank you, Jay. I am going to miss you.